A Treasury of Kahlil Gibran
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city, shouting, “I asked for bread with all the strength of my voice, and was refused. Now I shall obtain it by the strength of my muscles! I asked for bread in the name of mercy and love, but humanity did not heed. I shall take it now in the name of evil!” The passing years rendered the youth a robber, killer, and destroyer of souls; he crushed all who opposed him; he amassed fabulous wealth with which he won himself over to those in power. He was admired by colleagues, envied by other thieves,
changes from amid my treasures, For I had blinded my eyes from the inside. I had gathered the most precious things on Earth and placed them in a floating chest Upon the face of the water and returned to My people, but they cast me away and could Not see me, for their eyes had been allured By empty, shimmering objects. At that hour I left the boat of my thoughts For the City of the Dead, and sat in the Midst of the trim graves, contemplating Their secrets. Be silent, my heart, until
am, prisoner of bewilderment. Then I witnessed the might of Babylon; I learned of the glory of Egypt; I viewed the warring greatness of Rome. Yet my earlier teachings showed the Weakness and sorrow of those achievements. I conversed with the magicians of Ain Dour; I debated with the priests of Assyria; I gleaned depth from the prophets of Palestine. Yet, I am still seeking the truth. I gathered wisdom from quiet India; I probed the antiquity of Arabia; I heard all that can be heard.
are like busy cattle who divert themselves from knowledge by grazing in a green and beautiful pasture. Let us restore to the needy the vast land of the convent and give back to them the silver and gold we took from them. Let us disperse from our aloofness and serve the weak who made us strong, and cleanse the country in which we live. Let us teach this miserable nation to smile and rejoice with heaven’s bounty and glory of life and freedom. “‘The people’s tears are more beautiful and God-joined
“Where will you go when the snow meets the stream and the paths are dry?” His eyes opened, looking beyond the horizon, and he explained, “I shall follow the path to wherever my destiny and my mission for Truth shall take me.” Miriam sighed sadly and offered, “Why will you not remain here and live close to us? Is it that you are obliged to go elsewhere?” He was moved by her kindness and sweet words, but protested, “The villagers here will not accept an expelled monk as their neighbour, and will